my turn for senselessly unrealistic sap
Seta's favorite time to make love was early in the morning, when Kigai was sleepy-sweet and not awake enough for his instinctive defenses to kick in. He liked to touch the younger man, kisses and caresses slowly increasing in intensity until Kigai opened his eyes, a soft smile curling the edges of his mouth. The sex that followed as always slow and hot, leaving the two of them sweaty and sated, tangled in each other.
The taste of Kigai's skin afterwards gave Seta a strange, warm feeling in the pit of his stomach, a feeling that transcended possession or desire. It was in those moments that he was most certain that the other man was wholly his.
Right. So when does this happen? Uhhh. I don't think it does. >_<
The taste of Kigai's skin afterwards gave Seta a strange, warm feeling in the pit of his stomach, a feeling that transcended possession or desire. It was in those moments that he was most certain that the other man was wholly his.
Right. So when does this happen? Uhhh. I don't think it does. >_<